The Captive

Chapter 10

I look the new guard up and down, analyzing him. He is definitely older than Tony, maybe reaching his early 30s? He is built like a tank, and I can't help but giggle at his bald head. It's so shiny that light is bouncing off of it. I wonder if I polish it enough would I be able to see my reflection? I notice a jagged scar on his neck running from the end point of his jaw to underneath his uniform. He shall now be named Scar until I get his real name. He does nothing but stand there, arms crossed, legs shoulder-width apart, staring at me. I stare right back. The awkward silence has become very prominent.

"Soooo, what's your name?" I ask. Maybe we could establish trust, or even build a friendship. I receive no reply. Just blank stares.

"Okaaaay, let's try a different question, shall we? What is your favorite color?" I try.

"Shut up," he replies. First: Rude Second: His voice was so deep, it startled me. I expected a deep voice, but not that deep. It sounded like malted caramel, so smooth that it slips off your tongue.

I come back with a retort, "What if I don't want to?" I smile sweetly at him, showing him my pearly whites.

"Do I need to get the muzzle?"

Oh, he would never! I remain calm on the outside, but I am beating the crap out of him in my head.

"I wouldn't know. You're the dog!" Ooh burn. I have to give myself a pat on the back for that one.

Scar sneers at me but doesn't take any action on his words. I sigh, deciding to give up on him for the time being. I miss Tony, he was much more fun. As I sit there in pity I start to take notice of the slight pain in my lower stomach. I groan as I recognize the very familiar feeling.

"Fuck," I whisper under my breath. "Hey! Mr. Guard Dude! Can I please go to the bathroom?" I even said please, that has to count for something.

"And?" Is the only reply I get. What does he mean 'and'? I have to go to the bathroom, is that so hard to understand?

"I have to go to the bathroom. Is there a toilet I can use?" Do I have to spell it out to him?

"Why?" Comes another curt response. Do I need to explain what it means to go to the bathroom? Does he need a number? Is he asking if I am going number 1 or 2?

"Because I need to pee," I respond.

"Hold it." What is wrong with him? I try to ignore the growing reminder that I need to pee and look absently around the cell. What can I do to distract myself? My eyes fall on the cuffs above my head. They jut out a couple inches from the stone wall, rust starting to grow on the edges. I smile at the idea that just popped into my mind.

I get up, turning so that I face the cuffs. The cuffs are a little bit higher than my head even though I am standing. Thankfully my 5'3" self is still able to reach the handcuffs. I grab onto them and bring my legs up, getting help by walking my feet up the wall. I try to get my feet in the cuffs one foot at a time. Once I get my feet through the cuff and make sure they are tight around my ankles, I slowly lower my upper body so that I am flat against the wall. I make sure to hold my dress up, I have no plans in flashing Scar.

It reminds me of when I was younger and I would hang myself upside down from the monkey bars. Soon after I start to feel the blood rush to my head and I start giggling. Even though my head begins to hurt I continue to stay in that position. After a few minutes I decide to do some pull ups. Might as well get ripped since I'm stuck here. If I ever do escape this shit-hole I will escape *skinny*.

I hear a new set of footsteps coming and I struggle to raise my head and see who it is. I am only able to make out a pair of black combat boots. Is it time to switch guards already? I hope so, Scar wasn't very nice.